I was sitting in the lounge room relaxing in the recliner and taking a break from my own writing by reading someone else’s. The latest order of books had arrived the previous day and neither Jen or I had wasted any time in breaking the seal and starting on the pile. I was taking a few seconds to let a particular heavy chapter settle in when I heard a low voice coming from the bedroom. I peaked my hearing and focused on the conversation.

“L.P.’s not going to bad, he’s a little pissed at you for knocking him out but I’m sure he’ll get over that eventually.” Big Bear replied

“Sheesh, it’s been at least a day since that happened, he should be well and truly over it by now, especially given the writing he was getting done yesterday.”

“Some people don’t always see it the way us sane bears do.”

Listening to the bears I couldn’t help but laugh to myself. It was true the two bears, and Tickles and Golly, kept my wife and I sane. With their constant assistance and regular interference neither of us had a chance to go insane even if we wanted to.

Getting close to dinner time I decided to put my book down and give the boofheads a little job to keep their minds amused. Flipping myself out of the recliner and onto my feet I walked into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed several centimetres from where Big Bear sat.